Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chile and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Subhumans to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
The Index,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.